Neighbors

If you live in the country, neighbors may be the people whose names you know, can match cars and trucks to the driver and their addresses, you only see them occasionally, and yes, at times, a visit to catch up on things is welcome from these people. More often than not however, it is simply a wave as you pass each other on the dirt road, a hello when you meet at church on Sundays, and then the rare, but important occasions, when they become your saving grace such as when you are baking and need just one more egg and the store is more than fifteen miles away.

These are your neighbors if you are one of the lucky ones and live in the country off that dirt road. I however, live in a new residential middle class development and have neighbors close at hand all the time. To some this is the life! People to see and talk to and share time and conversations with whenever the desire strikes, oh but beware, your personal life and your time alone is vanishing and being invaded.

My neighbor, bless her heart, is a sweet lady who is driving me nuts and has me begging for a dirt road to drive myself down. My email is filled each day with coupon alerts, store sale notices, grocery store shopping lists, and crock pot recipes. Not to mention the endless invitations to a party they are throwing for any and every occasion, from hurray it is summer to look we need to have a party because the leaves are falling from the tree limbs.

Don’t get me wrong, I am all for a friendly hello and an occasional invitation, but there has to be a limit to how many times I need to have my inbox inundated with coupons and store receipt recitals showing how much she saved at every transaction for the day, every day.

So please, if you truly do want to be that friendly neighbor, please (I am begging) limit the emails to one a day, and honestly, do you really think that I need a coupon for breast pumps?